JACK SKELLINGTON

Lyrics

[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL] Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space It don't stop, through the nights, through the days Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space They gon' make me snap Back to my old ways Back to my old ways [Verse 1: Asaiah Ziv] Swear you think you know me Yeah, swear that you're my homie Lost my momma then I lost my shawty Yeah, so don't ask me Why I like to party, for Start a mosh-pit got me throwing bottles My heart is hollow, I hide it in them bottom nowadays Lost a couple friends, now I feel we parted ways How you say you righteous When your ego made you slay Wait, but who the one who fake Always kept it real Never told a lie, say it to your face I ain't lose my faith, still believe in God I'm the chosen one, gotta lot of problems I ain't tryna run from I've been, fighting, for my, conscience Never sober, violent memories, gun in holster [Hook: KALEB MITCHELL] Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space It don't stop, through the nights, through the days Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space They gon' make me snap Back to my old ways Back to my old ways [Verse 2: KALEB MITCHELL] Patience wearing thinner every day All these phony people in my face You think I ain't hip to all the games You don't love me, you just love what I became All these leeches tryna get attached I got all these demons on attack Every day I'm haunted by the past I ain't been the same since Martin passed Yeah But I been my bag, woah Yeah I been making these plays, yeah I ain't never had no job, no Skipped on minimum wage, yeah I just dropped one tape And I'm already back in the lab going crazy Ion do nothing fugazi, yeah Want a sixteen, gotta pay me, yeah I been back and forth, with myself I need love, I need help I been trapped, in my mind I don't know nothing else I suggest, that you leave, while you can Terrified, of myself I got blood, on my hands [Hook: KALEB MITCHELL] Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space It don't stop, through the nights, through the days Get away, get away, get away Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate It's too much, I need time, I need space They gon' make me snap Back to my old ways Back to my old ways